The Descent

The Descent
From Patterson Book III
By William Carlos Williamson

The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned.
Memory is a kind
of accomplishment,
a sort of renewal
even
an initiation, since the spaces it opens are new places
inhabited by hordes
heretofore unrealized,
of new kinds -
since their movements
are toward new objectives
(even though formerly they were abandoned).

No defeat is made up entirely of defeat-since
the world it opens is always a place
formerly
unsuspected. A
world lost,
a world unsuspected,
beckons to new places
and no whiteness (lost) is so white as the memory
of whiteness .

With evening, love wakens
though its shadows
which are alive by reason
of the sun shifting-
grow sleepy now and drop away
from desire .

Love without shadows stirs now
beginning to awaken
as night
advances.

The descent
made up of despairs
and without accomplishment
realizes a new awakening:
which is a reversal
of despair.
For we cannot accomplish, what
is denied to love,
what is lost in the anticipation-
a descent follows,
endless and indestructible .